Unfair      (K/S, R)

Written by Arachne

"Christine, what's up?"
Christine Chapel, the first nurse in the Enterprise sickbay 
looked up from the glass whisky, to find the person behind the 
question.
She found two: Nyota Uhura and Janice Rand. She looked around 
the bar , to find somebody perhaps too near to hear her answer. 
There was no one there. Christine gazed back at the two women : 
"I'm no lucky, hic!" 
This 'hic' told the both women that Christine's whisky was not the 
first one in the last half hour. The rest of the answer revealed 
an unexpected direction toward a very long dialogue.
Uhura looked at Rand but she only shrugged with her shoulders 
and ordered more drinks. Finally Uhura, the glass holding in her 
hand, repeated her question: "Tell us Christine, what's up?"
"He doesn't love me, "sobered Christine.
Uhura and Rand changed a horrified look. No not again. The story 
about Christine Chapels feelings toward commander Spock was 
known to the whole crew. And this was the first thing too, which 
every newcomer on board was convinced about. 
"Of course he doesn't, " Janice said, "I'm sorry Christine, but 
you must see the reality. He would never return your feelings." 
She waved resolutely with her hands, " I don't know why, but it 
is so."
Uhura only nodded and took a sip from her own drink. "See it so 
Christine," she went on, "to serve on the Enterprise means to 
serve under two biggest machos in the whole Star Fleet."
The waiter brought new drinks. He has thrown an puzzled look at 
the three women, but said nothing. 
"Right," shouted Janice out a bit too aloud. Some faces in the 
bar looked after her, then turned away. "Kirk for example," 
continued the young woman. "Three days ago he was fucking my 
best friend. And the morning thereafter he pretended not to know 
her."
"Yes, James Kirk the first class fucker." Uhura ordered more 
drinks. She knew, tomorrow she would awake with a big headache, 
but at that moment it did not matter. "Yes," she nodded too much 
heavily," a stiffly icy Vulcan and a human fucker extraordinare, 
what a combination. Cheers!"
But Christine didn't listen to her. Right now she was asleep, 
her head pillowed on the bar desk.
Janice and Nyota looked at each other:
"We must help her."
"How Janice. A revenge on our CO's?"
"Why not?"
Yes why not, Uhura thought. The revenge could be sweet. 


Captain Kirk suffered a bad toothache today, which was more as 
only uncomfortable for him. But a bad tooth or not, he was the 
captain of a starship living after the rule duty first. So he 
visited the sickbay today morning and asked Dr. McCoy for some 
sedative with a 'serious' promise to come tomorrow to let him to 
fix it. Dr. McCoy gave him what Kirk wanted with his I-know-you-
better-look, adding: "There is some more stuff for the evening, 
and if it shouldn't work, there something stronger for the 
night."
The whole day went ok. But at evening, as he wanted to go to 
Scotty's birthday party the ache returned, to be much stronger 
this time. Impatiently he swallowed all McCoy gave him, to be ok 
until tomorrow.
"Well," he thought satisfied, this is really strong. And with 
this thought he forgot his tooth, the sedative and went to the 
rec deck.


Spock came late to the birthday party of engineer Scott. But no 
one made a comment about it. All people knew, that Spock's 
punctuality was either nerving. But today it was first the 
yellow alert, which yelled three times, then a very important 
experiment went wrong, which reason turned into a serious bug in 
the software... With another words, there were enough reasons not 
to come. But Scotty was Spock's friend and it was a matter of 
honour to keep his given word and appear to such human ceremony 
like to mention the day of the birth.
He thought often about the philosophy, which surely was behind 
this custom and during the years serving under the humans, he 
developed some interesting sociological theories about that 
theme. But he knew, today it were a bad timing to start with 
this, especially if Dr. McCoy was there. So he handed Scotty his 
birthday gift and wished him simply all good for the next years.
Scotty was touched and as he unwrapped the small box he exploded 
in an enthusiastic outburst. It was an antic old fashioned 
mechanical clock.
Scotty deeply touched patted Spock heavily on his shoulder, never 
minded the don't-touch-a-Vulcan-rule and poured a large glass of 
an odd looked liquid.
"Home made whisky. My brother gave me this " and with those 
words he handed it to the Vulcan.
Spock was taught from his mother many years ago, to loose from 
time to time his self-control to pretend an unexpected offence. 
So although he seldom touched alcohol, this time he made an 
exception and emptied the glass in one long sip.


The party was on the end as Uhura, Rand and Chapel left 
together, to go to their quarters.
The evening was good, the party successful. They turned the 
corner and found the captain tumbling, helpless to reach the 
button of the turbolift and beside him the commander leaning on 
the wall evidently at the end of his abilities to move further.
Uhura grinned at her friends and moved toward the captain.
"Need help?" She asked innocently. Instead to give an answer, the 
good captain dropped direct in Uhura's arms. She cached him only 
with effort.
Janice called the turbolift and then turned to look after 
Christine and the commander. Of course she held the Vulcan in 
her arms. But was it really necessary to make such silly I'm-in-
heaven-grin? Janice rolled with her eyes. "One day she will turn 
me mad", whispered the young woman to Uhura, deeply annoyed by 
Chapels behaviour.
The turbolift arrived just in time, to disappear into with their 
victims and to move toward deck 5.
The both men were drunk, they were heavy, they were ... 
unconscious! Uhura met Rands gaze over Kirk's shoulder. Yes, she 
answered back, time to our joke.
The turbolift stopped just right now.


Kirk laid in bed and felt warm and it was delightful. The tooth 
didn't ache too. Bones wild stuff worked still. And the sheets 
felt unusually smooth like a warm silk. A very warm silk indeed. 
Jim snuggled a bit closer and the silky smoothens, he was 
wrapped into, moved.
Moving sheets? Kirk mused in his mind and opened his eyes.
Better he hasn't done it. He felt the wave of horror, shock and 
astonishment coming upon him.
He was in bed!
With Spock!
And both were naked!
Under other circumstances he would laugh seeing such face, 
Spock was just making. But not today.
As quickly as he could he jumped out of Spock's bed and started 
his characteristic pacing. Three steps right, three steps left. 
Spock watched him silently sitting on the edge of the bed, his 
stiff attitude a contrast to his naked body.
Finally Kirk stopped pacing :" How ..., what's happened?"
Spock needed whole 3.55 seconds to speak aloud the answer:" I 
think, this is evident." And with those words he disappeared in 
the bathroom.
Jim wanted to call something after him, but he skipped the idea.
He looked around and started to pick up his clothes spread along 
Spock's quarters. The uniform tunic was right under the bed. The 
trousers he found on the table. The boots well they were just on 
the top of the meditation bank. The most time he spend to search 
after his briefs to find them finally (oh my god) placed neatly 
over the face of the small vulcan daemon. Jim remembered, Spock 
told him, this should be an old family piece of art. Very rare and 
very expensive. He sat down in the chair to jump out again. He 
turned to see what he was sitting onto. He picked up a small jar 
and thought he would die as he realised he held lubricant in his 
hand. 
The whole bed smelled after this stuff!
He headed toward the entry of the bathroom. The sound of the 
shower continued still. Kirk could see in his mind the Vulcan 
washing resolute the night out of his body and surely out of his 
mind too. Jim reminded himself this could be a good idea to do it 
too.
He dressed himself quickly and walked out of Spock's quarters.


The shift on the bridge will be not the endless one today. Uhura 
mused, still giggling secretly at the comm con. The idea to put the 
captain and the commander together in one bed the last night, was 
the best she has ever had.
The door of the turbolift hissed open and Janice Rand logged 
herself to the duty. She passed the chair the comm officer was 
sitting in and the eyes of both women met. They grinned at 
each other.


Christine Chapel went through the corridor on deck 6. She turned 
just the corner to meet suddenly the captain coming from the left 
and the commander from the right side. 
As the both men had seen each others they stopped, a five meter 
save distance between them, not recognising the nurse staying 
in the middle.
The eyes of the Vulcan and the human met, they faces turned green 
hot and deep red. After few moments of starring at each others they 
continued in their directions.
Well, thought Chapel to herself very satisfied, it has done good.


The day was long, too long for Jim Kirk. However long enough to 
gather some courage and to step at the end of the shift to the 
Vulcan: "Spock, we should talk."
The black eyes looked up from the computer screen. They had not 
spoke the whole day to each others, they even avoided to meet each 
others. Or at last, they tried to. But Spock reminded himself, 
they at last must not ignore the awkward event, which happened 
today morning. With vulcan habit, which ordered not to waste 
any time he asked back:
"My quarters or yours, captain?"
To hear this Jim blushed even deeper, but he took one another deep 
breath to make the decision:
"I thing, this time it could be the mine."


In Uhura's quarters started a small improvised party this evening.
There were some chips, popcorn, biscuits, bottles of sect and a 
lot of jokes and laugh.


Kirk sat heavily down on his bed.
"Spock, I'm sorry, but I really don't know how it could happen."
"We were both drunk captain, for the first time in my live I have 
the 
practical proof, how illogical is the consummation of alcohol 
indeed."
Jim sighed and looked up to the Vulcan. Although the captain was 
sitting, the Vulcan remained staying in front of him, his 
shoulders stiffly straight, his hands clasped behind his back. No 
he didn't make for Kirk the conversation easily, in any way.
"Look Spock, it's already happened to me before, that I awoke in 
bed after an wild night and was not alone. The problem for me is, 
that it was always a woman there, never a man. I was never with a 
man before."
Hearing those words from the captain, Spock decided it would be 
better to take a chair at once. Finally sitting in front of Kirk 
he gave him the sign to continue.
"Spock, did we...? You know.. Because I remember nothing."
Spock moved uncomfortable in his chair: " Neither I, captain."
Kirk gave him a surprised look: "But I thought..."
But Spock interrupted him: "Captain, I said only, that the traces 
of out activity were evident. This was only a logical deduction as 
the fact of matter."
"Then we would never know, what's really happened yesterday. 
Because I would never let Bones to investigate me."
At this possibly option Spock lifted both eyebrows: "I thing, our 
good doctor would be seriously shocked."
Kirk smiled a little but the smile faded as quickly as it has 
appeared.
"Then what, my friend?" He asked again.


The next morning on the board of the Enterprise.
Three women giggled in the front of the turbolift door, waiting to 
enter the tiny tube.
The door hissed open, but as Christine Chapel, Nyota Uhura and 
Janice Rand wanted to step into, they stopped in the middle of the 
movement, unable to do anything by the astonishing scene just in 
front of their eyes:.
On the turbolift wall tugged two bodies together, sharing a deep 
passionate kiss. The three women watched shocked captains flushed 
face and commanders hands moving under the golden tunic, until
the door closed and the tube continued in its way taking the both 
men with.
Janice found at first the speech: "Well?" She turned to Nyota.
"Oh my god, Janice, what have we done?" Gasped the young woman 
back.
Christine burst out in tears: " That's unfair!"
The both women sighed as one in agreement. 
Unfair, indeed!


End
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